MONICA's POV

"Monica, I need you to calm down!" Jack Ansel threw up his hands and gave me a look known as 'are you crazy'. I laughed hysterically and shook my head. This was a catastrophe and Jack pretended that nothing was going on.

As usual. Jack with his typical stupid attitude aka nothing is as terrible as it seems. But that was far from true in this case.

From the morning, I had the feeling that the whole trip to Hawaii would be a real farce. Well, in all honesty, I've had that bad feeling since I agreed that my boyfriend Jack and I deserved vacation in March. And my instinct wasn't wrong. So far, the trip was more tragic than just a farce.

I could have said eleven times to Jack Ansel, my phlegmatic boyfriend, that he should be at my house at half-past seven, and he would still show up an hour late.

But that wasn't all. Jack also had his phone turned off all morning, but he didn't think it was such a terrible problem as I was making it sound. I could have called him a hundred times and go bananas, and he still wouldn't see the problem.

My sweet kind boyfriend also only shrugged about the fact that we almost missed the check-in at the airport. And sherry on the top? I was currently sitting on a plane with my phone stuck in the mailbox at my home. My precious mobile phone, which was at least a slight connection to the world outside. Slight escape from my annoying boyfriend. How was I supposed to survive without it? I guess I didn't have to mention how much I wanted to jump from the plane.

"Just be so kind and shut up. It's all your fault," I said, crossing arms on my chest as a sign of defence. Jack laughed abruptly, earning an awkward look from the passenger beside him.

He looked at me as if he was the angel and I was the devil who was trying to corrupt him. Then he magically let his mouth formed into a gentle smile and gave it to the young lady sitting next to him.

From her gaze, I could read that she was definitely on my side and his smile was not changing her opinion. Her gaze was, at any rate, trying to convince him that he should admit that it was his mistake and shut up.

I wished it was because she was a supporter of girl power, but that wasn't it. Obviously, she would just like to have peace and silence for the next few hours. I didn't blame her. Of course, she wasn't okay with the idea of sitting next to a couple arguing, but who was?

The young lady still didn't return Jack's smile. However, he wouldn't let her go just like that, so he decided to top his game and blinked at her. As usual.

Ah, yes. This was also very typical of Jack, my amazing boyfriend, also known as a 'greeting, young ladies, I'm all yours if you want'. Jack was one thing, and surprisingly it wasn't a great boyfriend. As anyone could guess, he adored girls' company. And it was most definitely general knowledge. And for this amazing part of his personality, I let myself call him a skirt hunter. Well, I didn't use that nickname for real. A skirt hunter was just my mind reference to him, but it still suited him very well.

My dear boyfriend loved a woman of any size, of any colour, and I would dare to say, of any age. He was also excellent in giving flirtatious breath-taking smiles at every side, no matter what. No matter that his girlfriend was just right next to him.

This boy with big green eyes and black hair didn't only have a problem with being a phlegmatic, his other problem was being a player. However, now I was his girlfriend, and I did not intend to tolerate cheating. If he wanted to flirt with every woman around, he had to reconsider entering into a relationship.

When even Jack's little wink didn't help and the girl was still glaring at him, he sighed and turned to me, "So my mistake? Monica, you're completely insane. It's just a stupid phone. So what? You'll survive without it for a few days. No big deal. "

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my fist away from his body, but my anger issues were acting up, and this boy wasn't helping his case.

My dear Jack had one hidden talent. He was able to set a fire inside me. And well, it was not a fire of adoration nor love. It was that kind of fire that I would have very likely use for letting him burn to pieces.

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize, honey," he smiled at me with a provocative grin. My nerves snapped and I hit him to the chest with my fist. And it was just my luck that I hit his collarbone and hurt my middle thumb. Or maybe it was karma.

"Jack, I'll strangle you! You have bones made of stone or what," I whimpered and shook my aching hand. Jack just laughed again, as if he wasn't at all afraid of my threat, so I nicely added, "aghh, I hate you. "

"I'd say it's not true, but we're not going to lie. You don't love me," Jack said, and I could only open my mouth dramatically. Our relationship was complicated, not that I would set that as our relationship status on Facebook. Oh god no. First of all, I was more an Instagram girl. And secondly, we looked good together and I didn't think people around us thought our relationship wasn't perfect. Maybe they knew Jack as a player, but many of them thought that I did change him. Which was very lovely, wasn't it? And I would not dare to change their view of us.

My excellent boyfriend Jack and I have been together for three long, but dreadfully long, months. And another word that I would use to describe them was a scourge.

I got used to Jack's constant flirting with those around me. I even managed to tolerate his misunderstanding of punctuality, which was still completely killing me, and I also somehow learnt how to overlook him being a phlegmatic. But what I really couldn't stand, was Jack's personality. And apparently, Jack couldn't stand mine.

This led to endless quarrels. Actually, I didn't understand how we got it to the three months anniversary. And I didn't understand at all how we come to the agreement of being together.

"Oh, please. As if you loved me, pff," I laughed as loud as possible. We were one of those couples who were together just because we looked good together. We practically had nothing in common, not counting the friendship of our mothers. Our conversations were austere and drier than Share. We preferred to spend time separately.

So how do we get to the idea of this holiday? It was no coincidence that we flew to Hawaii together. For my birthday, I received an all-inclusive Hawaii trip from my parents. And my lovely mother insisted that my beloved boyfriend must go with me. We both practically went because we were forced to do it. But even so, he should be grateful that I took him with me to Hawaii.

"Don't say. Mon, Mon. Do you think I don't know that you're just using me to make Thomas jealous? If your mom hadn't asked me to start dating you, I wouldn't be sitting here. I was so sorry for her because she looked so desperate. And honestly, I'm not surprised. That men you were taking home shouldn't be even called men. Isn't it sad, Mon? Your mum begging someone to date you, just because you aren't able to find someone normal by yourself," Jack said, smiling at me insidiously.

And I was a second away from making a pancake from this annoying excuse which called himself my boyfriend.